Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Maldives and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ralphi Rosario to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
CMW,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
The Mojo Men,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
The Black Dice,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scion,
The Skatalites,
Iggy Pop,
Wally Richardson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Hardrive,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.